driftfleet | Action/Video.

Entry tags:

Action/Video.

Who: Sam Winchester and you
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: The Space Bar or SS Bloodsport
When: The 9th - sometime these next few days.
(Note: feel free to take your time tagging this if you have a calibration with him! Or we can wrap it up quick or plan out the ending, whatever you prefer! No rush.)

[ACTION.]

[So — Sam got updated. Thank fucking christ. Nami, you'd better be ready for him to excitedly knock on your door at some point. You can also find Sam at The Space Bar, where he's right back to bar-tending. Feel free to stop by if you need him. But as everyone settles back into normalcy aboard the fleet, Sam makes a new entry to the network. Gotta air out that dirty laundry business.

A few days after they've returned home:]

[VIDEO.]

So, um. That was something, huh...?

[He clears his throat, drums his fingers on top of an old red book.]

Let's just clear the room — I wanted to apologize for... anyone who had gone into my head, or whatever you want to call it. I know there's a lot in there that isn't exactly pleasant to deal with. But I'm cool with it. I mean, I remember it all, and I'm totally fine with everything. So if you're worried about the whole trespassing thing... I'll get over it.

I'm just... I'm sorry, because I know some of it was... Yeah.

[He's dealt with worse. Far worse.]

There are some things for me to be thankful for, right now, in better news; I got a quick trip back home between the Marsiva and the Bloodsport. See, um... My brother, he made it out of a predicament in one piece when I was sure he was gone. And I did, too. Somehow. And I got to meet my mom. Like, in the flesh, as herself.

So as shitty as this month has been in some respects... I'm... just happy I've got her and my brother.

[Ehem.]

Anyway. Enough of the sappy serious stuff.

Anyone want to rent out a book? I'm starting to get quite a collection here.

I've got a list, I'll post it for you guys.

[ATTACHMENT://

~~IT by Stephen King~~ (Peggy)
A Light in the Attic by Shel Silverstein
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee (Rick)
The Marvelous Land of Oz by L. Frank Baum (Arthur)
Don't Let the Pigeon Drive the Bus! by Mo Willems
Lord of the Flies by William Golding (Bucky)
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury (Sawyer)
Green Eggs and Ham by Dr. Seuss]

... And...

[He holds up two more: All My Friends are Dead by Avery Monson and Jory John, and... The Big Book of Lesbian Horse Stories by Alisa Surkis and Monica Nolan. He winces.]

Look, I'm not going to kink shame — but someone please take the horse one. You can pass it around like it's The Ring video for all I care.

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[ she bites down on her first instinctive response: he's a much better example than most of us. but that sort of lauding, that sort of chatter, does no one any good. least of all steve. peggy has nothing but the utmost admiration for him, but that's because he is (at heart) only a person.

only human. ]

As much as I might like to stick to my quarters, [ she confesses at last, ] I'm afraid I can't. We're a man down. The first mate's out with a case of a coma.

[ she doesn't say his name again. ]

[He winces.]

Kick you when you're down, then. Sounds like their M.O.

... You want a book to read between your busy hours?

[He holds out IT.]

[ she eyes the book with a certain suspicion. ]

Depends. What's it about?

It's the story of a bunch of kids who have to battle a strange being they call "IT". IT alters its form to match everyone's phobias and fears, in order to stalk after its prey. Mostly... um. Clowns.

[He makes such a face, and even looks a bit... intimidated? Sam Winchester, mighty hunter, intimidated by the thought of clowns.]

... Clowns are the worst.

[ sorry. peggy carter is calling bollocks on this -- she watches sam with a flicker of something in her expression. ]

Don't tell me Sam Winchester, who I'm certain must be infamous in his own right, is afraid of clowns?

[ -- don't speak too soon, peg. you will be too before the month is out and the book is read. ]

... Me? No, no, I'm - no.

[The lady doth protest; perhaps he's trying to get rid of the book from his possession for a while, you know.]

I mean... yeah, I don't like them. At all.

They're. Uh. Freaky. And they have those creepy smiles.

Those smiles are painted on. Are you spooked by a bit of make-up? [ certainly, she's not a fan of clowns. but she's never been anything more than ambivalent, really. that someone like sam should be so moved to stammering at the mere prospect?

fascinating. ]

Hey, come on.

You fight a few of them before you judge me.

[Fascinating indeed.]

-- Dare I even ask how many you mean, in earnest, when you say 'a few?'

[ she should have learned by now never to dare to ask. ]

... Oh, you know.

... Clown stuff.

[He taps a finger on his jeans, counting them off.]

There was the time a rakshasa disguised itself as a clown to eat people, and then the time evil killer clowns were summoned off a kid's pizza parlor place mat and nearly beat me to death. And the time a haunted clown outfit possessed a janitor and tried to stab me in an elevator...

Good Lord. You're ridiculous.

[ it comes out in a burst. a huff of air and a shake of her head. peggy knows it's not him. his world is the one that's ridiculous. but nevertheless, she targets him with her exasperation.

even as she begins leafing through the novel. ]

What? It's not like I wanted my fears to materialize and bop me on the head.

[~~You deserve this clown book for your cruelty, Peggy.~~]

-- So you would say the fear predates these events? Rather than being caused by them?

[ don't give her an inch, sam. not when she's in her current mood. ]

... C'mon now, is that really the important part?

[Yes Sam, it is.]

Oh, I think it's absolutely vital intel.

What, is this therapy, or an interrogation? [He seems a bit more humored, though, rubbing at a thick scar on the pad of his palm, ugly from years of being picked at and cut again.] I don't know. I've just always hated them. And then when I was a little older, my brother used to ditch me at this pizza place that had a lot of clowns.

[He's been better since he revisited Plucky's, but it still is the Worst.]

Once I learned monsters were real, it made it all way worse.

[ look, okay, hold the effing phone. ]

Why on earth were there clowns at a pizza place?

Oh, it was like... uhm. It was a themed pizza parlor for kids.

Had games and prizes, things like that. The clown was the, uh. Mascot. I vanished any time he tried wandering nearby, though; right to the bathroom stall. [He makes a zooming motion with his hand, straight as an arrow.] Mostly just worried he'd sprout claws and try to eat me.

-- The future comes across as supremely idiotic. On occasions such as this one.

[ really? themed pizza restaurants? ]

You're one to talk; don't you guys still have outdoor baby cages?

Babies, and where they are or aren't accommodated, isn't really my area of expertise.

[ which is a dodge if you've heard one. let's not discuss the outdoor baby cages, sam. she'd much rather get back to making fun of you for your fear of clowns. ]

Edited 2017-08-10 22:27 (UTC)

Hey, I can name a lot of things the 1940's did that is questionable now, other than baby cages. Like not wear seatbelts. And have doctor-sponsored smoking advertisements.

[Now he's just teasing, but you have it coming.]

What's the fuss about seatbelts?

[ -- smoking she'll give you, mind, if for the stench alone. but peggy does appear genuinely baffled why he's making such a big deal about seatbelts. ]

Edited 2017-08-10 22:44 (UTC)

[He just. Stares.]

Well... you know.

Getting thrown out of automobiles is bad.

-- If you're getting thrown out of them so often, then I'm afraid you're doing it wrong.

[ doing what wrong? driving? sitting in a seat? it's all a little ridiculous. peggy's mood is strained, to say the least, and she's not prepared to entertain rational argument. ]

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